Yesterday, I was at Home Depot buying some paint and a new lock for our front door. I spent about an hour in the store perusing the aisles for the merchandise that I needed to complete my project. As the cashier began to ring up my items, I noticed a few more customers began to congregate in line behind me.
First of all, this new chip reader thing, where you stick your credit card into the machine instead of the almighty swipe, drives me a little nuts becasue not every store has switched over to this new technology. Anyway, getting back on track here, the cashier pointed out that the machine was a chip reader. I placed my card into the machine and there in began step one of the next 20.
Next, the machine asked if I would like an e-mailed receipt in which I hit the yes button. I placed the plastic pen back into its slot and then another prompt came up on the screen. I picked up and replaced that god forsaken pen four to five different times and I finally just had to laugh at myself for looking like an idiot. The women behind me did not think it was as humorous as I did as she let out an ever so noticeable “Jesus Christ” under her breath. I stopped, took one step towards her and as I pointed my finger to the left of me, I let her know that the self check out aisle was one lane over if she was in that big of a hurry. She quickly shut her rude trap and I continued to collect my items. I could tell that the cashier was on my side as she displayed a half-assed smirk as she handed me my last bag and said “have a nice day”.
As I was driving home from my small, in store victory, I thought “where has all our patience gone?”. Are people really that busy these days that they can’t take the time to wait in line anymore?
I grew up in a small, farming community. My parents owned a slaughter house. My mother ran the front of the store and did the books, while my father worked in back butchering cows and pigs. It was not a glamorous job by any means, but, for farmers in that community, it was their livelihood and I grew up rather well. My point of this is that when I was growing up, my mother didn’t call my cell phone to tell me to come home, she yelled “time to come in” from the back porch. I played outside with my friends, NOT on the internet. If I didn’t eat what my mother made for dinner, I was going to bed hungry. Even though hand sanitizer wasn’t around that much, my mom always managed to find a bar of soap that would fit every so snug into my mouth when I said a word that came from the devil. I rode a bike without a helmet and getting dirty was the norm. I would catch minnows from the creek with the neighbor kids and would play hide and seek in the corn fields with my sister and her friends. Little did I know at the time, that was their way to “get rid of me” for a while. God I was gullible. Lastly, I drank water from a gardenhose AND I lived to tell about it.
Fast forward back to the present day. We live in a world that moves at the speed of light and we expect almost immediate access to most things. The internet puts so much information at the tips of our fingers that we forget that people need time to ask questions, figure our how something works and process that information. We are not all built the same way and displaying some sort of human kindness into everyday living is imperative (sadly some have lost that quality). Please remember this the next time you are out and about running errands and you have 100 things to get done and you get stuck behind someone in line who is unfamiliar with how to use the store’s machines and gadgets in order to check out. Instead, use that time to take a few deep breathes and appreciate the humanity that surrounds you.
There are still those out there who appreciate the little things. I had this sign on my porch last summer and when I came home from work one day, I noticed that my mail lady had left me a little message. It made my day!!